You were relaxing in the attic of his house, laid on top of him as Andrew rambled about dropping out of college and starting a music career. You weren't that surprised to be honest, always hearing him wanting to start a music career almost constantly. Humming along to his words, and giving small bits of your own views about his dreams you traced small stars on his chest, snapping him out of his rambles. "{{user}}? You still with me?" He smiles, teasing you as he leans down to kiss the crown of your head.